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Waiting was... boring to say the least. As she listened to the back and forth chatter on one of the other teammate's crystals, she couldn't help but silently wish it would all hurry up. Patience be damned, she wanted to be there now! To catch sight of her enemy for the first time since her corruption. To see if any of the faces rang familiar to her or would remind her of things that lingered like fuzzy memories.

She did not hesitate as the words "Move in" finally emitted from the crystal, letting herself be carried to the scene along with the rest of their ambush. Surprise, surprise!

White paws touched the ground and she was immedately to work. The power levels of the senshi radiated through a thick light energy and her eyes whipped back and forth searching for the most powerful, and therefore likely most dangerous of the group.

She'd been tasked to find Ares after all if the leader was indeed here. If not well.. she could always find someway to try and cause some misery for the senshi.

She was told, she was prepared. While a long time ago, and her last time dealing with the fire senshi.... Fayalite remembered that time when her Boss asked her to borrow the flame inside her weapon. Since that time... her weapon had upgraded. Granted not a whole lot, but her Lantern pole was longer and now a heavier metal. Not as easy to bend. The captain knew who was coming though, so she was prepared.

"On it." She muttered into the small crystal certain that she would not be the only voice replying back at that moment. They were waiting for the call. She was further away, not wanting the others to sense that this was a game... She vanished the purple stone, letting it go back to whatever unit held it when it was not needed.

The captain started forward for a moment, and teleported to the field. It was a strain of energy, being a captain, but a needed one. Game of chess indeed, one of Zinks 'knights' was on the playing field now. Her weapon now was just the pole, the lantern that usually was attached was tossed away. No helping Gunn with her need of flames to start her fires.

"Hello Gunn, ive heard so much about you..." She eyes Gunn, a moment before Sirius arrived as well. With a quirk of her eye, the captain looked at the new senshi too. "Cant go anywhere without your mutt now?"

"...does move in mean me too, General?" Ilmenite kept his head ducked down, his voice barely more than a breath, watching the senshi through a netting of fingers that easily disguised his face and his expression. He didn't think he recognized her, though he might have had a glimpse or two at some point...

His posture was still moste decisively cringing, civilian, non-threatening, minimizing his height. Part of that was due to the actual dull ache across his jaw, where fingers didn't quite touch. He'd probably have a goose egg there, later, and he and Wolframite were definitely going to have to have some more words.

"Think I should maybe wait to see if she's alone..."

Gunn took a deep, shaky breath. She wasn't supposed to kill the general, just capture him. Although, you know, she couldn't control her attack. Not even a little bit! So if she just happened to… slip… and the body happened to catch on fire… no one could really blame her, could they? "I play," she said, blue eyes wary. She did, a little, and only with Kreszant; he was fond of using gambits, if she remembered right, and honestly she wasn't trying to. "Going to try for scholar's mate," she asked, quirking one orange brow. "I don't think you've really got enough…"

She froze at the words he spoke, and turned towards Sirius as more signatures popped onto the field. "It's a trap, get out of here!" It was not a request, it was an order; Gunn was Inner Sanctum, she outranked Sirius, and she hoped at least now that still meant something. She remembered the last time they'd walked into a situation they weren't prepared for, and it had left Gunn with some of her more interesting scars during a strategic retreat from the General Serandite. "Tell Birhan to pull back!" There was a moment of relief when she saw the familiar Negaverser, but it didn't last long by virtue of the lack of the brunette's lantern. Gunn narrowed her eyes; they couldn't have expected her to be the one sent after Zinkenite, could they? That would imply a lot more intelligence than she wanted to believe the enemy had… Or else Birhan was a traitor.

Couldn't be.

Whether she had flames or not, Gunn was still a fierce opponent. She trained as often as she could, and they knew from their own intelligence that Zinkenite simply didn't spend a lot of time fighting. Beyond that, Gunn had height and presumably weight on him. If she could just keep the brunette Captain out of the way, then she stood a decent chance of knocking Zinkenite out of the battle. "Don't pretend you don't know who I am," she said, hoping that Sirius was indeed retreating. "You play chess, you say? You've heard of the Légal Pseudo-Sacrifice, then." She smiled, and--ignoring the captain--ran straight for Zinkenite. He was so small an ankle sweep was really more like a knee sweep, but she knew of no better way to take him down and hopefully knock him out.

If he wasn't knocked out, she could always just strangle him. Yes, that would work well... for Gunn.

He smiled as more and more signatures popped on his radar. All familiar. All energies he felt comfortable with. He was safe here among them. Not outnumbered. Not like before. The tables were turned now, and a plan that had once traumatized him was being used against the members of the BMC. It was poetic justice at it's best, and Wolframite's lips split into a wide, crazed grin. "Oh, we can play. We all can play." Oh he had dreamed of her. Not like how most boys would dream about girls in short skirts. No. His had been far more dark. Far more haunting, and he hated that she delighted in the fact he couldn't shake off the effects of their time together.

Birhan was the one that had gotten to him. Had broken his persistent will to keep his lips sealed, and she knew what weak spot he had in regards to the fear of his own vision.

But things were different now, and he could only hope that everything worked out. He wanted them all captured. He wanted each and every one of them to suffer as badly as they had, and to carve up their friends in front of their very eyes in just the same fashion - no, even worse than that - that they had their fellow officers. The BMC needed to be taught a lesson just as they had been taught a lesson. When you rose the bar of cruelty that high, then the opposing side was forced to rise up to that standard in retaliation. He would see them scream and suffer and be scared for eternity.

He watched as one girl, one he felt he might have seen during his imprisonment, raced to Birhan to alert her of the situation. What did they feel now? Did they feel that panic, that sense of desperation, surprise, and shock that the Negaverse had when they had been ambushed? He hoped so. "Feels familiar, doesn't it?" He said, advancing on the pair and throwing out his weapon. Just enough to keep them here.

Birhan hadn't missed the sudden arrival of energy signatures. Not even Wolframite's taunts and the promise of hurting him again could steal that much of her focus. She'd come to much the same conclusion by the time Sirius appeared at her side and passed on Gunn's message.

She nodded agreement with Gunn's assessment. They were outnumbered, not to mentioned outgunned without a single Eternal on their side to match the General. Birhan raised her phone. "Everyone fall back. Op is a bust, all senshi retreat."

Wolframite's weapon flew out again, forcing Birhan to duck and roll, winding up closer to Kallichore and the civilian. Birhan pressed a hand to the slice on her upper bicep, hissing quietly. It seemed Wolframite didn't want to let them go so easily.

"Kallichore, get the civilian out of here!"

Thankfully the other senshi was within earshot, because Birhan doubted she could get off another phone message without Wolframite drawing more blood while Birhan fumbled with the phone. Annoying. Incredibly annoying! Just how had the Negaverse known that the Blood Moon Court would be coming after Zinkenite? Did they have a traitor in their ranks? One of those who'd abandoned the BMC already, or someone still hiding in their ranks... One thing was for sure, if Birhan found out who had blabbed their plan, merc or cadet, former BMC or current... they would not enjoy Birhan's retribution.

Hardened violet eyes glared at her opponent. It was clear that Wolframite wasn't going to let them walk away. And he had all the power while they remained on the defensive. Birhan growled, "Sirius, get Kalli and the civilian out of here. I'll follow you."

But first, to secure their path of escape. Birhan charged at Wolframite, dropping to the ground as he readied his weapon, coming in at a fast slide for his ankles.

"What's the matter Gunn... didn't think we didn't remember the BMC's biggest players?" He started to step back to let the new Captain make her move when Gunn lunged. Oh he knew the moves, he saw the moves in his head as they would have been laid out in a chessboard.

"You... are no queen, so sorry little candle." Then something else flickered in his eyes... the move was to capture the King... the queen moved to a place where SHE might be captured so that they might take the King...could he have...

"WOLFRAM" He barked loud enough to be heard even without the crystal-radio. "Guard your cohorts!" As he staggered from off his feet. "He threw up an arm to defend himself as he fell. Zinkenite abhorred physical violence... but when he had to... he tried to do it right. He lashed a boot out trying to slam it hard into her shin.